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What is Country

Years ago, before I moved to the country, I had some preconceived notions about living in the back woods. I think most of those thoughts were fueled by magazine articles that depicted country life as clean, robust, and not a speck of dirt anywhere.

Whoever wrote/photographed those articles had no idea what they were doing.

Living in the country means that your Jack Russell Terrier will bring in the corn cob, that you put into the compost pile, and hide it in a blanket. The precise blanket that you use while reading in front of the wood stove........

Living in the country means that your daughter will invite a friend over who will regale you with the tale of her dad, who works for a local vet, that went to a farm to inseminate some cows and spilled the tank of, "material", in the back of his truck.....

Living in the country means that on Valentine's Day you might think that when your husband tells you he picked out a great gift, there is a donkey waiting in the barn......

There is always the ideal picture and then the reality. For example I see that wonderful image of the barn you posted and it makes me want to visit and take some photos myself, but I don't really think about the work that goes into having a barn, animals, etc. :)Have a great rest of the weekend.

Hi Michelle, Ha ha, What a great post. Thanks for the truth about living in the country. Either way, in the country, or here in my urban community, it's not always what folks make it out to be. For example, here, I see all the ads in the paper about how great it is to live in downtown Seattle. They never seem to mention the noise, how dirty it can be, or how you can see things you wish you hadn't. :-) Thank you for stopping by my blog and your kind comments. Take care and be well. John

You eat a peck of dirt before you die. You come in the back door, your wet over boots stay outside after you have moved the sprinkler pipe. Your indoor boots stay inside the back door. The front door is for a fire escape. Great on the donkey.

Kind of like when my hubby told me to go out and pick out any rock I wanted for my birthday present......He was pointing to the field when he said that, and the one I chose did weigh over 7000 pounds...... :-) Trying to get my behind back on the blog track! LOVE your barn picture!

This made me smile a real big smile Michelle. When we visit my father-in-law's farming roots in North Dakota, we kind of feel like those dumb city mice versus the country mice. Now that's a great gift from your husband. I would love a donkey but couldn't get it passed the home owner's association. Dumb city HOA - lol!

A transplant from the city trying to make a life in a small southern town....where everyone knows my business before I do. Known as a, "Farmchick", because I'm a little bit of farm and a lot of chick. Not famous in this small town, people just talk about me like I am.
Join me as I record small town life through the lens of my camera and reflect upon how the simple life, and a little rust, can really be a good thing.

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